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when the speaker began to detail his own spiritual experi-
ences of how he had come by those views. He had, he said,
been the greatest of sinners. He had scoffed; he had wantonly
associated with the reckless and the lewd. But a day of awak-
ening had come, and, in a human sense, it had been brought
about mainly by the influence of a certain clergyman, whom
he had at first grossly insulted; but whose parting words had
sunk into his heart, and had remained there, till by the grace
of Heaven they had worked this change in him, and made
him what they saw him.
But more startling to Tess than the doctrine had been the
voice, which, impossible as it seemed, was precisely that of
Alec d’Urberville. Her face fixed in painful suspense, she
came round to the front of the barn, and passed before it.
The low winter sun beamed directly upon the great double-
doored entrance on this side; one of the doors being open,
so that the rays stretched far in over the threshing-floor to
the preacher and his audience, all snugly sheltered from the
northern breeze. The listeners were entirely villagers, among
them being the man whom she had seen carrying the red
paint-pot on a former memorable occasion. But her atten-
tion was given to the central figure, who stood upon some
sacks of corn, facing the people and the door. The three
o’clock sun shone full upon him, and the strange enervating
conviction that her seducer confronted her, which had been
gaining ground in Tess ever since she had heard his words
distinctly, was at last established as a fact indeed.
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